I was considering comedy at a point, but I didn’t think people would take me seriously. I tell jokes that wind up being a mystery. Novel. Idea.
I can go on for days like that, using interchangeable words to describe native facts that reside near an alter. Somewhere between “that was pretty clever” and “I’m not even going to bother.”
As a media personality, I’m quite aware that sex sells, yet I’m still celibate. Obviously, I’m frustrated... but I can’t say ____ it. Neither can I cover it, so I’ll blank it instead of smothering it.
My imagination favors Linus over Pig-pen... more maturity oxymorons and less stereotypical police ink. They say a dirty mind is a hilarious thing to waste, but what do you think?